Alcazar and ye townes of Barbarie Now hast thou sit as in a trance and seene To thy soules ioy and honor of thy house The trophes and the triumphs of thy men Great Abdilmelec and the God of kings Hath made thy warre succesfull by thy right His friends whom death and fates hath tane from thee Lo this was he that was the peoples pride And cheerfull Sun-shine to his subiects all Now haue him hence that roially he may Be buried and imbalmd as is meete Zareo haue you thorough the campe proclaimd As earst we gaue in charge Zareo. We haue my Lorde and rich rewardes proposde For them that finde the bodie of the king For by those gard that had him in their charge We vnderstand that he was done to death And for his search two prisoners Portugals Are set at large to finde their roiall king Muly Mah. But of the traitrous Moore you heare no newes That fled the field and sought to swim the foord Zareo. Not yet my Lord but doubtlesse God wil tell And with his finger point out where he hants Muly Mah. So let it rest and on this earth bestow This princely coarse till further for his funerals We prouide Zareo. From him to thee as true succeeding prince With all allegeance and with honors tipes In name of all thy people and thy land We giue this kingly crowne and diademe Muly. We thanke you all and as my lawfull right With Gods defence and yours shall I keepe Enter two Portugals with the bodie of the king Port. As gaue your grace in charge right roiall prince The fields and sandie plaines we haue suruaide And euen among the thickest of his Lords The noble king of Portugall we found Wrapt in his coulours coldly on the earth And done to death with many a mortall wound Mah. Lo here my Lords this is the earth and claie Of him that earst was mightie king of Portugall There let him lie and you for this be free To make returne from hence to christendome Enter two bringing in the Moore One Long liue the mightie king of Barbary Mah. Welcome my friend what bodie hast thou there One The bodie of the ambitious enemie That squandred all this bloud in Affrica Whose mallice sent so many soules to hell The traitor Muly Mahamet doo I bring And for thy slaue I throw him at thy feet Mah. Zareo giue this man a rich reward And thanked be the God of iust reuenge That he hath giuen our foe into our hands Beastly vnarmed slauish full of shame But saie how came this traitor to his end One Seeking to saue his life by shamefull flight He mounteth on a hot Barbarian horse And so in purpose to haue past the streame His headstrong stead throwes him from out his seate Where diuing oft for lacke of skill to swim It was my chance alone to see him drownd Whom by the heeles I dragd from out the poole And hether haue him brought thus filde with mud Mah. A death too good for such a damned wretch But sith our rage and rigor of reuenge By violence of his end preuented is That all the world may learne by him to auoide To hall on princes to iniurious warre His skin we will be parted from his flesh And being stifned out and stuft with strawe So to deterre and feare the lookers on From anie such soule fact or bad attempt Awaie with him And now my Lords for this christian king My Lord Zareo let it be your charge To see the souldiers tread a solempne march Trailing their pikes and Ensignes on the ground So to performe the princes funeralls Here endeth the tragicall battell of Alcazar
once That murthered his yonger brethren both But on this damned wretch this traitor king The Gods shal poure down showers of sharp reuenge And thus a matter not to you vnknowen I haue deliuered Yet for no distrust Of loyaltie my welbeloued friend But that the occasions fresh in memorie Of these encounters so may moue your mindes As for the lawfull true succeeding prince Ye neither thinke your liues nor honors deare Spent in a quarrell iust and honorable Bassa Such and no other we repute the cause That forwardly for thee we vndertake Thrice puisant and renowmed Abdilmelec And for thine honor safetie and crowne Our liues and honours frankly to expose To all the dangers that our warre attends As freely and as resolutely all As anie Moore whom thou commandest most Muly Xe. And why is Abdilmelec then so slow To chastise him with furie of the sword Whose pride doth swell to sway beyond his reach Follow this pride then with furie of reuenge Rub. Ar. Of death of bloud of wreake and deepe reuenge Shall Rubin Archis frame her tragicke songs In bloud in death in murther and misdeede This heauens mallice did begin and end Abdilm. Rubin these rights to Abdelmunens ghost Haue pearst by this to Plutos graue below The bels of Pluto ring reuenge amaine The furies and the fiends conspire with thee Warre bids me drawe my weapons for reuenge Of my deepe wrongs and my deare brothers death Muly Xe. Sheath not your swords you soulders of Amurath Sheath not your swords you Mores of Barbary That fight in right of your annointed king But follow to the gates of death and hell Pale death and hell to entertaine his soule Follow I saie to burning Phlegiton This traitor tyrant and his companies Bas Heaue vp your swords against these stony holds Wherein these barbarous rebels are inclosde Called for is Abdilmelec by the Gods To sit vpon the throne of Barbarie Abd. Ra. Bassa great thankes the honor of the Turks Forward braue Lords vnto this rightfull warre How can this battell but succesfull be Where courage meeteth with a rightfull cause Rub. Go in good time my best beloued Lord Succesfull in thy worke thou vndertakes Exit Enter the Moore in his Chariot attended with his sonne Pisano his captaine with his gard and treasure Moore Pisano take a cornet of our horse As many argolets and armed pikes And with our carriage march awaie before By Scyras and those plots of ground That to Moroccus leads the lower waie Our enemies keepe vpon the mountaine tops And haue incampt themselues not farre from Fesse Madame gold is the glue sinewes and strength of war And we must see our treasure may go safe Away Now boy what 's the newes Muly Mah. The newes my Lord is warre warre and reuenge And if I shall declare the circumstance T is thus Rubyn our vnkles wife that wrings her hands For Abdilmunens death accompanied With many dames of Fesse in mourning weeds Neere to Argier encountred Abdilmelec That bends his force puft vp with Amuraths aide Against your holds and castles of defence The yonger brother Muly Mahamet Seth Greets the great Bassa that the king of Turkes Sends to inuade your right and royall realme And basely beg reuenge arch-rebels all To be inflict vpon our progenie Moore Why boy is Amuraths Bassa such a bug That he is markt to do this doubtie deed Then Bassa locke the winds in wards of brasse Thunder from heauen damne wretched men to death Barre all the offices of Saturnes sonnes Be Pluto then in hell and barre the fiends Take Neptunes force to thee and calme the seas And execute Ioues iustice on the world Conuey Tamberlaine into our Affrike here To chastice and to menace lawfull kings Tamberlaine triumph not for thou must die As Philip did Caesar and Caesars peeres Muly Mah. The Bassa grosly flattered to his face And Amuraths praise aduancde aboue the sound Vpon the plaines the souldiers being spread And that braue gard of sturdie Ianizaries That Amurath to Abdilmelec gaue And bad him boldly be to them as safe As if he slept within a walled towne Who take them to their weapons threatning reuenge Bloudie reuenge bloudie reuengefull warre Moore Awaie and let me heare no more of this Why boy are we successours to the great Abdilmelec Descended from the Arabian Muly Zarif And shall we be afraide of Bassas and of bugs Rawe head and bloudie bone Boy seest here this semitarie by my side Sith they begin to bath in bloud Bloud be the theame whereon our time shall tread Such slaughter with my weapon shall I make As through the streame and bloudie chanels deepe Our Moores shall saile in ships and pinnaces From Tanger shore vnto the gates of Fesse Muly Mah. And of those slaughtered bodies shall thy sonne A huge towre erect like Nemrods frame To threaten those vniust and parciall Gods That to Abdallas lawfull seed denie A long a happie and triumphant raigne Sound an alarum within and enter a messenger Mes. Flie king of Fesse king of Moroccus flie Flie with thy friends Emperour of Barbary O flie the sword and furie of the foe That rageth as the ramping lyonesse In rescue of her yonglings from the beare Thy townes and holds by numbers basely yeeld Thy land to Abdilmelecs rule resignes Thy carriage and thy treasure taken is By Amuraths souldiers that haue sworne thy death Flie Amuraths power and Abdilmelecs threats Or thou and thine looke heere to breath your last More Villain what dreadfull sound of death flght Is this where with thou doest afflict our eares But if there be no safetie to abide The fauor fortune and successe of warre Away in hast roule on my chariot wheeles Restlesse till I be safely set in shade Of some vnhanted place some blasted groue Of deadly hue or dismall cypres tree Farre from the light or comfort of the Sunne There to curse heauen and he that heaues me hence To seeke as Enuie at Cecropes gate And pine the thought and terrour of mishaps Awaie Exit Actus secunda Scaena prima Alarum And then the presenter speaketh Now warre begins his rage and ruthlesse raine And Nemisis with bloudie whip in hand Thunders for vengeance on this Negro moore Nor may the silence of the speechless night Diuine Architects of murthers and misdeeds Of tragedies and tragicke tyrannies Hide or containe this barbarous crueltie Of this vsurper to his progenie Three ghosts crying Vindicta Hearke Lords as in a hollow place a farre The dreadfull shrikes and clamors that resound And sound reuenge vpon this traitors soule Traitor to kinne and kinde to Gods and men Now Nemisis vpon her doubling drum Moude with this gastly mone this sad complaint Larumes aloud into Alectos eares And with her thundering wakes whereas they lie In caue as darke as hell and beds of steele The furies iust impes of dire reuenge Reuenge cries Abdilmelecs grieued ghost And rouseth with the terror of this noise These nymphs of Erybus Wreake and
a crowne No thought haue being in my lordly brest That workes not euerie waie to win a crowne Deeds wordes and thoughts shall all be as a kings My chiefest companie shall be with kings And my deserts shall counterpoise a kings Why should not I then looke to be a king I am the marques how of Ireland made And will be shortly king of Ireland King of a mole-hill had I rather be Than the richest subiect of a monarchie Huffe it braue minde and neuer cease t' aspire Before thou raigne sole king of thy desire Exeunt Enter the Moore with Calipolis his wife Muly Mahamet his sonne and two others Moore Where art thou boy where is Calypolis O deadly wound that passeth by mine eie The fatall prison of my swelling heart O fortune constant in vnconstancie Fight earth-quakes in the intrailes of the earth And Easterne whirl-windes in the hellish shades Some foule contagion of the infected heauen Blast all the trees and in their cursed tops The dismall night rauen and tragike owle Breed and become fore-tellers of my fall The fatall ruine of my name and me Adders and serpents hisse at my disgrace And wound the earth with anguish of their stings Now Abdelmelee now triumph in Fesse Fortune hath made thee king of Barbary Caly. Alas my Lord what boots these huge exclaimes To aduantage vs in this distrest estate O pittie our perplext estate my Lord And turne all curses to submisse complaints And those complaints to actions of reliefe I faint my Lord and naught may cursing plaintes Refresh the fading substance of my life Moore Faint all the world consume and be accurst Since my state faints and is accurst Calyp. Yet patience Lord to conquere sorrowes so More What patience is for him that lacks his crowne There is no patience where the losse is such The shame of my disgrace hath put on wings And swiftly flies about this earthly ball Car'st thou to liue then fond Calypolis When he that should giue essence to thy soule He on whose glorie all thy ioy should stay Is soulelesse glorylesse and desperate Crying for battell famine sword and fire Rather then calling for reliefe or life But be content thy hunger shall haue end Famine shall pine to death and thou shalt liue I will go hunt these cursed solitaries And make the sword and target here my hound To pull downe lyons and vntamed beasts Exit Mah. Tush mother cherish your vnheartie soule And feede with hope of happines and ease For if by valor or by policie My kingly father can be fortunate We shall be Ioues commanders once againe And flourish in a three-fold happines Zareo His maiestie hath sent Sebastian The good and harmelesse king of Portugall A promise to resigne the roialtie And kingdome of Marocco to his hands But when this haughtie offer takes effect And workes affiance in Sebastian My gracious Lord warnd wisely to aduise I doubt not but will watch occasion And take her fore-top by the slenderest haire To rid vs of this miserable life Mah. Good madame cheere your selfe my Fathers wife He can submit himselfe and liue below Make shew of friendship promise vow and sweare Till by the vertue of his faire pretence Sebastian trusting his integritie He makes himselfe possessor of such fruits As grow vpon such great aduantages Calip. But more dishonor hangs on such misdeeds Than all the profit their returne can beare Such secret judgements hath the heauens imposde Vpon the drouping state of Barbarie As publike merites in such lewd attempts Hath drawne with violence vpon our heads Enter Muly Mahamet with lyons flesh vpon bis sworde Mu. Ma. Hold thee Calypolis feed and faint no more This flesh I forced from a lyonesse Meate of a princesse for a princesse meate Learne by her noble stomacke to esteeme Penurie plentie in extreamest dearth Who when she sawe her foragement bereft Pinde not in melancholy or childlish feare But as braue mindes are strongest in extreames So she redoubling her former force Rangde thorough the woodes and rent the breeding vaultes Of proudest sauages to saue her selfe Feede then and faint not faire Calypolis For rather than fierce famine shall preuaile To gnaw thy intrailes with her thornie teeth The conquering lyonesse shall attend on thee And laie huge heapes of slaughtered carcases As bulwarkes in her waie to keepe her backe I will prouide thee of a princely ospraie That as she flyeth ouer fish in pooles The fish shall turne their glistering bellies vp And thou shalt take thy liberall choice of all Ioues stately bird with wide commanding wings Shall houer still about thy princely head And beate downe fowle by sholes into thy lap Feede then and faint not faire Calypolis Calyp. Thankes good my Lord and though my stomacke be Too queasie to disgest such bloudie meate Yet strength I it with vertue of my minde I doubt no whit but I shall liue my Lord Moore Into the shades then faire Calypolis And make thy sonne and Negros here good cheere Feede and be fat that we may meete the foe With strength and terror to reuenge our wrong Enter Sebastian king of Portugall the Duke of Auero the duke of Barceles Leues de Silua Christophero de Tauera Sebast. Call forth those Moores those men of Barbarie That came with letters from the king of Fesse Exit one Ye warlike lords and men of chiualrie Honorable Embassadors of this high regent Harke to Sebastian king of Portugall These letters sent from your distressed Lord Torne from his throne by Abdilmelecs hand Strengthned and raisde by furious Amurath Imports a kingly fauor at our hands For aide to reobtaine his roiall seate And place his fortunes in their former height For quitall of which honorable armes By these his letters he doth firmely vow Wholy to yeeld and to surrender vp The kingdome of Maroccus to our hands And to become to vs contributarie And to content himselfe with the realme of Fesse These lines my Lords writ in extremitie Containe therefore but during fortunes date How shall Sebastian then beleeue the same Embas. Viceroies and most christian king of Portugall To satisfie thy doubtfull minde heerein Command forthwith a blasing brand of fire Be brought in presence of thy maiestie Then shalt thou see by our religious vowes And ceremonies most inuiolate How firme our soueraignes protestations are Beholde my Lord this bindes our faith to thee In token that great Muly Mahamets hand Hath writ no more than his stout heart allowes And will performe to thee and to thine heires We offer heere our hands into this flame And as this flame doth fasten on this flesh So from our soules we wish it may consume The heart of our great Lord and soueraigne Muly Mahamet king of Barbarie If his intent agree not with his wordes Sebast. These ceremonies and protestations Sufficeth vs ye Lordes of Barbarie Therefore returne this answere to your king Assure him by the honour of my crowne And by Sebastians true vnfained faith
hath giuen Loe dead is he my brother and my King Whome I might haue reuiu'd with newes I bring Zareo. His honours and his types he hath resignde Vnto the world and of a manly man Loe in a twinckling a sencelesse stocke we see Muly. You trustie soldiers of this warlike King Be counsail de now by vs in this aduise Let not his death be bruted in the campe Least with the sodaine sorrowe of the newes The armye wholy be discomfited My Lord Zareo thus I comforte you Our Moores haue brauely borne themselues in fight Likely to get the honour of the day If ought may gotten be where losse is such Therfore in this apparell as he dyed My noble brother will we heere aduance And set him in his chayre with cunning props That our Barbarians may beholde their King And thinke he doth repose him in his Tent Zareo. Right pollitique and good is your aduice Goe then to see it speedily performd Braue Lord if Barbary recouer this Thy soule with ioy will sit and see the sight Exeunt Alarmes Enter to the battaile and the christians flye The Duke of Auero slaine Enter Sebastian and Stukeley Sebast. Seest thou not Stukley O Stukley seest thou not The great dishonour doone to Christendome Our cheerfull onset crost in springing hope The braue and mightie prince Duke of Auero Slaine in my sight now ioy betide his ghost For like a lyon did he beare himselfe Our battels are all now disordered And by our horses strange retiring backe Our middle wing of foot-men ouer-rod Stukley alas I see my ouer-sight False hearted Mahamet now to my cost I see thy trecherie warnd to beware A face so full of fraud and villanie Alarums within and they runne out and two set vppon Stukley and he driueth them in Then enter the Moore and his boy flying Moore Villaine a horse Boy Oh my Lord if you returne you die Moore Villaine I saie giue me a horse to flie To swimme the riuer villaine and to flie Exit boy Where shall I finde some vnfrequented place Some vncouth walke where I may curse my fill My starres my dam my planets and my nurse The fire the aire the water and the earth All causes that haue thus conspirde in one To nourish and preserue me to this shame Thou that wert at my birth predominate Thou fatall starre what planet ere thou be Spit out thy poison bad and all the ill That fortune fate or heauen may bode a man Thou Nurse infortunate guiltie of all Thou mother of my life that broughtst me forth Curst maist thou be for such a cursed sonne Curst be thy sonne with euerie curse thou hast Ye Elements of whome consists this clay This masse of flesh this cursed crazed corpes Destroy dissolue disturbe and dissipate What water earth and aire conieald Alarums and enter the boy Boy Oh my Lorde these rulthlesse Moores pursue you at the heeles And come amaine to put you to the sword Moore A horse a horse villaine a horse That I may take the riuer straight and flie Boy Here is a horse my Lord As swiftly pac'd as Pegasus Mount thee thereon and saue thy selfe by flight Moore Mount me I will But may I neuer passe the riuer till I be Reuengde vpon thy soule accursed Abdilmelec If not on earth yet when we meete in hell Before grim Minos Rodamant and Eocus The cumbat will I craue vpon thy ghost And drag thee thorough the lothsome pooles Of Lethes Stikes and firie Phlegiton Exit Alarums Enter Stukley with two Italians Herc. Stand traitor stand ambitious English-man Proud Stukley stand and stirre not ere thou die Thy forwardnes to follow wrongfull armes And leaue our famous expedition earst Intended by his holynes for Ireland Fouly hath here betraide and tide vs all To ruthlesse furie of our heathen foe For which as we are sure to die Thou shalt paie satisfaction with thy bloud Stuk. A uant base villaines twit ye me with shame Or infamie of this iniurious warre When he that is the iudge of right and wrong Determines battaile as him pleaseth best But sith my starres bode me this tragicke end That I must perrish by these barbarous Moores Whose weapons haue made passage for my soule That breakes from out the prison of my brest Ye proud malicious dogges of Italy Strike on strike downe this body to the earth Whose mounting minde stoopes to no feeble stroke Stab him Ionas Why suffer we this English man to liue Villaine bleed on thy blood in chanels run And meet with those whome thou to death hast doon Exeunt Stuk. Thus Stukley slaine with many a deadly stab Dyes in these desart feilds of Affrica Harke freindes and with the story of my life Let me beguile the torment of my death In Englands London Lordings was I borne On that braue Bridge the barre that thwarts the Thames My golden dayes my yonger carelesse yeeres Were when I toucht the height of Fortunes wheele And liu'd in affluence of wealth and ease Thus in my Countrie carried long aloft A discontented humor draue me thence To crosse the Seas to Ireland then to Spaine There had I welcome and right royall pay Of Phillip whome some call the Catholique King There did Tom Stukley glitter all in golde Mounted vpon his Iennet white as snowe Shining as Phoebus in King Phillips Court There like a Lord famous Don Stukley liu'd For so they calde me in the Court of Spaine Till for a blowe I gaue a Bishops man A strife gan rise betweene his Lord and me For which we both were banisht by the King From thence to Rome rides Stukley all a flaunt Receiud with royall welcomes of the Pope There was I grac'd by Gregorye the great That then created me Marquis of Ireland Short be my tale because my life is short The coast of Italy and Rome I left Then was I made Leiftennant Generall Of those small Forces that for Ireland went And with my companies embarkt at Austria My Sayles I spred and with these men of warre In fatall houre at Lishborne we ariu'd From thence to this to this hard exigent Was Stukley driuen to fight or els to dye Dar'd to the field that neuer could endure To heare God Mars his drum but he must martch Ah sweet Sebastian hadst thou beene well aduisde Thou mightst haue manag'd armes sucsesfully But from our Cradles we were marked all And destinate to dye in Affric heere Stukley the story of thy life is tolde Here breath thy last and bid thy freindes farwell And if thy Countries kindnes be so much Then let thy Countrie kindely ring thy knell Now goe and in that bed of honour dye Where braue Sebastians breathles Course doth lye Heere endeth Fortune rule and bitter rage Heere ends Tom Stukleys pilgrimage He dyeth Enter Muly Mahometh Seth and his traine with Drums and Trumpets Muly. Retreat is sounded through our Camp now From battells furie cease our conquering Moores Paie thankes to heauen with sacrificing fire